As 9 pm neared, he began to wonder if he'd imagined the whole thing. The box was still there, but perhaps it had come from a candy store or some such ...hile he was imagining a dusty store full of antiques. Eventually, the Mall closed for the day, and after Mike tidied up the stock and closed out the cash register, he made his way to the distant corner of the lot where employees parked. The oppressive heat of the day had let up some, but not enough that his car didn't need to be aired out before. We pulled back to a quick conference.“Chang, it is good to see you again,” I said. “I didn’t really expect it. I thought you would return to your own time.”“It was considered. The powers that be decided that it would create too great a risk. They gave me the choice of an abandoned portal or the one the previous owner of the ring used. There was no way to know where or when the abandoned portal would lead me. I chose to come to this one to help if I could,” Chang said. “I see that Cadence needs. I was 20 that time i was studing at a college in southern part of tamilnadu, we had an lecturtr named hemavathi all the boys in the class had a crush but hema was a strict lady so no one was close, once it was raining heavy it was a holiday she was staying in ladies hostel, i saw her standing under a tree she was drenched in rain i was passing in my two wheeler i stoped and asked her weather she needs my help, she immeditly sat on the bike and asked me to drop in her hostel but i that my room. Itwas in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) nowwesternized and common as massage parlors inAmerica. But this was a special place-of abygone era now to be found only in fiction-where a gentleman, or at least a man of somemeans could purchase unique and pleasurableexperiences without reservation or inhibition. In a room walled only by beautifully printedsheets of rice paper and lit softly from behindby paper lamps and from within by many candles,Paul reclined in a sunken bath. Hot perfumedwater.